April 7, 2017

 

I’m just an aging [blogger] boy

And in the wars I used to play

And I’ve called the tune to many a torching session

Now they say I am a war criminal and I’m fading away

Father please hear my confession

 

I have legalized robbery, called it belief

I have run with the money, I have hid like a thief

Rewritten history with my armies of my crooks

Invented memories, I did burn all the books

 

And I can still hear his laughter and I can still hear his song

The man’s too big, the man’s too strong

 

Well I have tried to be meek and I have tried to be mild

But I spat like a woman and I sulked like a child

I have lived behind walls, that have made me alone

Striven for peace, which I never have known

 

And I can still hear his laughter and I can still hear his song

The man’s too big, the man’s too strong

 

Well the sun rose on the courtyard and they all did hear him say

You always was a judas but I got you anyway

You may have got your silver but I swear upon my life

Your sister gave me diamonds and I gave them to your wife

 

Oh father please help me for I have done wrong

The man’s too big, the man’s too strong

 

 

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